the rheumatism he had contracted in the damp dug-outs
in 1914 had paralysed him completely, like Bergson. Fran~ois Porche,
who had gone to see him, had described him as `a lightning-stricken
oak'.
I found him in a little house at Vesinet, watched over by a faithful
woman friend. His inability to move his limbs made him a child
so far as physical life was concerned. His immobility had resulted
in an increase of weight, and the contrast between his huge body
and his extreme feebleness was poignant. But his face and head
remained quite unaltered, and as soon as he spoke I recognized
my master.
`Not only do I not blame you,' he said smiling, `but if I hadn't
been so ill I should have written you after your election. I'm
pleased that you should have had this joy. ...'
And he repeated an affectionate phrase he had used before: `I know
you well. You are a tender-hearted boy.' But the `boy' was now
fifty-three.
Then we talked about Chateaubriand. I had brought him my book which
was just out, and I had written in the front of it as we used to
do in his classes: 'Lege quaeso.' Alain knew theMemoires d'Outre-Tombe
as well as I did; it was one of 'his' books. We had a happy hour
together.
The summer of 1938, which I spent as usual in Perigord, was devoted
to my Speech of Reception at the French Academy. It was my duty
to deliver a eulogy of Monsieur Doumic. His son Jacques Doumic
and his son-in-law, Louis Gillet, had loaned me his private papers
and his journal; the man who emerged was a living being and, for
all his eccentricity, lovable. Having known him well myself and
having worked with him helped me, and I tried to draw a true picture
of him. I was just finishing it when the first rumblings of an
international storm were heard. Berlin was threatening Prague.
The French government mobilized several classes. We returned to
Paris and went straight to the Figaro to see Lucien Romier whose
intelligence I trusted.
`I don't think there will be war,' he told us.
I had confidence in his judgment and was not surprised when Neville
Chamberlain flew first to Berchtesgaden, then to Godesberg, and
when Munich established a precarious peace. The truth was that
we were not ready and England even less than we. This was the opinion
of my friend Eric Phipps, British Ambassador to Paris. For a long
time I had been acquainted with Sir Eric and Lady Phipps. I had
met them after the war

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where is p align="justify" the rheumatism he had contracted in what is damp dug-outs
in 1914 had paralysed him completely, like Bergson. Fran~ois Porche,
who had gone to see him, had described him as `a lightning-stricken
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I found him in a little house at Vesinet, watched over by a faithful
woman friend. His inability to move his limbs made him a child
so far as physical life was concerned. His immobility had resulted
in an increase of weight, and what is contrast between his huge body
and his extreme feebleness was poignant. But his face and head
remained quite unaltered, and as soon as he spoke I recognized
my master.
`Not only do I not blame you,' he said smiling, `but if I hadn't
been so ill I should have written you after your election. I'm
pleased that you should have had this joy. ...'
And he repeated an affectionate phrase he had used before: `I know
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fifty-three.
Then we talked about Chateaubriand. I had brought him my book which
was just out, and I had written in what is front of it as we used to
do in his classes: 'Lege quaeso.' Alain knew theMemoires d'Outre-Tombe
as well as I did; it was one of 'his' books. We had a happy hour
together.
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to my Speech of Reception at what is French Academy. It was my duty
to deliver a eulogy of Monsieur Doumic. His son Jacques Doumic
and his son-in-law, Louis Gillet, had loaned me his private papers
and his journal; what is man who emerged was a living being and, for
all his eccentricity, lovable. Having known him well myself and
having worked with him helped me, and I tried to draw a true picture
of him. I was just finishing it when what is first rumblings of an
international storm were heard. Berlin was threatening Prague.
what is French government mobilized several classes. We returned to
Paris and went straight to what is Figaro to see Lucien Romier whose
intelligence I trusted.
`I don't think there will be war,' he told us.
I had confidence in his judgment and was not surprised when Neville
Chamberlain flew first to Berchtesgaden, then to Godesberg, and
when Munich established a precarious peace. what is truth was that
we were not ready and England even less than we. This was what is opinion
of my friend Eric Phipps, British Ambassador to Paris. For a long
time I had been acquainted with Sir Eric and Lady Phipps. I had
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